The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 990
Thalassa’s gaze flitted nervously across the living room where, to her dismay, she noticed the slipcovers on the sofa had been
changed. Just last night, the couch was adorned with a deep gray velvet cover, and today, it was clad in dark gray leather.
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The new cover was undoubtedly due to the marks they had left behind on the couch the previous night.
As this thought dawned on her, Thalassa’s eyes shot up, meeting Lysander’s gaze, which was as deep and mysterious as a star-
filled night sky.
Her already tense heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t decipher Lysander’s intentions, and the aura of danger he exuded was
intimidating. Feeling a chill run down her spine, she instinctively shrank back into the chair..
“I was here for work.” she added quickly.
Lysander’s penetrating stare never wavered, as if he was trying to see right through her.
His presence was overwhelming, like an icy dagger pressing against her skin, sharp enough to draw blood.
Thalassa’s skin prickled with a numbing pain as she withstood the immense pressure.
Just as she felt she was about to break, Lysander spoke up in a low voice, “Do you ever come to me without an agenda?”
She never sought him out just for the sake of seeing him. Her playful behavior and the kisses she had initiated in the past were
all strategic moves to ensure her access to Royal Estates and see the children whenever she wished.
He had once been foolishly content with her coquettish acts, like a lovesick teenager.
However, after being let down so many times, Lysander had learned to remain composed.
Having said his piece, Lysander picked up the mug in front of him, took a sip of his coffee, and stated, “Tell the Crawley Group to
prepare for the breach of contract penalty. We’ll settle this according to the terms agreed upon.”
Thalassa was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Lysander to discuss business matters so seriously, and he had cut straight to
the chase with a solution.

The Crawley Group could terminate the contract, but they would need to compensate for the breach as stipulated. No additional
responsibilities were to be imposed, which was, in a way, fair.
Regaining her composure, Thalassa quickly replied, “Alright, I’ll inform Mr. Ethan as soon as I get back.”
Just as she was about to stand and leave, she remembered that her phone was still in Lysander’s possession.
Hesitating momentarily, she bit her lip before mustering the courage to sit back down- overcoming not only her fear of the office
but also her apprehension about facing Lysander.
With an effortful smile, she said to Lysander, “Actually, there’s a personal matter I wanted to ask you about.”
Lysander paused with his coffee mug in hand, then placed it on the coffee table and looked up at Thalassa with those deep-set
eyes, “What is it?”
“Did you manage to find my phone yesterday?” Thalassa asked directly. There was no point in beating around the bush with
Lysander; being straightforward would save time and potentially avoid irritating him.
“What if I did?” Lysander asked, his voice deep and inscrutable.
His question only added to the pressure Thalassa felt. The phone was hers, but since Lysander had found it and hadn’t offered
to return it, asking for it outright required facing the formidable aura of authority he radiated.
However, Thalassa needed her phone; the contacts in it were invaluable to her.
“I’ve been without my phone all day, and even checking the time has been inconvenient. Could you please return it to me?” she
asked, mustering all her courage.
Lysander continued to gaze at her unblinkingly, silent.
Thalassa, feeling increasingly uneasy and unable to decipher his thoughts, was relieved when Lysander finally replied, “In the
study at Royal Estates.”
“Okay, thank you. I appreciate your hospitality, but I must be going now,” Thalassa said, rising hastily, eager to leave.
Staying in Lysander’s office, in his presence, for even a second longer felt perilous, like a violation of her safety.

Thalassa left, and Lysander made no move to stop her. He simply poured himself another cup of coffee, while the cup he had
poured for Thalassa sat untouched on the end table beside the single-seater couch.